He peels off the sticky note and holds it out to me. “Here you go,” he says nonchalantly. I take it from him. Then he turns and walks away. I hate... when he leaves, but I love to watch him go. Elle clears her throat, drawing my attention back to the matter at hand. Or rather, the matter in hand. “What’cha got there? The winning lotto numbers?”I grin. It sure feels like it. Written there on the paper in James’ beautiful scrawl is the number 213. I know where I’ll be.The rest of the day passes like. ......yes it’s wet and ready” Fiona managed to pant before swallowing my dick again, just as the farmer skidded into a spot next to me. My attention was soon grabbed by the sound of two heavy doors slamming instead of one.“Have we got ourselves some fine young pussy to play with tonight then boy?” he grunted coming from round the back of his vehicle.“Oh we got that fucking old slag back that likes it in the fucking ass have we” as he said this he pulled her short skirt up round her waist. Toni and I now began to swap back and forth, sucking and licking each other's cocks, me trying to take as much of her in my mouth as I could, not knowing how to deep-throat. I'd surely have done it if I'd known about the 'mouth closed yawn' that apparently helps to open up your throat. Next, time, if there is one...I remember at one point that I'd put our two cocks together, as we faced each other, so they were side-by-side. I could then work both our cocks back and forth. Then I remembered. ”Uncle Ron shrugged off his bathrobe and got into bed, lay there watchingme.I pulled off my T-shirt and kicked off my sneakers, leaving only my shortson. I had planned to sleep in that, but when I made a move to the bed,Uncle Ron said, “Ah-ah!” A warning sound. “Don’t bring those filthy clothesinto my bed. Out of ‘em.”I gulped and pulled off my shorts and was nude before my Uncle. Helaughed. “No briefs? No Fruit-of-the-Looms?”I shrugged, embarrassed. “I usually sleep nude.” I admitted. “I keep.